at first, that forest feel of mouths
& would-have waters
the forest yearning

now watch: inlet mouths tell blunder, fallacy
& gaffe
press hard light in our chests—
indelicate be the gleaming from that particular hardened light

the black-texture slips
shakes then and so, a lung dislodged: the shadows

the virgin appeared among hawthorns
gut shot


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Annabella Farmer

Annabella Farmer is a senior in the Creative Writing department at the Institute of American Indian Arts, specializing in fiction and journalism. She is a graduate of the Sewanee Young Writers' Conference, and has been published in the Santa Fe Literary Review, the Santa Fe Reporter, the Moon, and the Santa Fe New Mexican. She gleefully transferred to IAIA from St. John's College in 2019, and is enjoying experiments in poetry and speculative short fiction.